“Normality is a paved road: it’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”

-Vincent Van Gogh



the world below you

Recently, my dad asked me a question:
Which do you prefer, mountains or oceans?

I thought it was pointless so I instinctively brushed it off with a simple “I don’t know.”
but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered…which DO I like better?…

Oceans are calm and steady; they’re reliable and you can always count on the waves to crash. Sometimes they overlap and compete with each other but they never fail to land on the shore. If you look far into the horizon, the sky and the waters negotiate a truce at a point where two infinate forces seem to meet. It’s something like what you would call a halfway line.

However, mountains serve as a representation of freedom to me. Not only can you see the stretch of the horizon, but also the world below you. The view from what seems like the top of the world never ceases to amaze me. I could stand on top of a mountain and do absolutely anything without people watching me. On the peak, I’m in complete ignorance from the loud and chaotic features of society.
My love for height explains my inner beliefs that we can raise ourselves independently and strive to connect to nature. Your status in society is insignificant if you endeavor to believe that in nature, you can rise voluntarily anytime. That is why I sometimes try to find answers in nature because it’s the one thing in this world that is completely pure.
Anyways, I’ve come to a conclusion. Mountains give me a sense of power that I can’t obtain from oceans.



accidently picturesque

The world is such a picture sometimes…

when the sun is shining right into your eyes and all you see are black silhouettes.


The streams of light shoot out and stab the clouds, compensating for its minute size in the vast blue sky. It’s almost as if the sun’s fighting to make a mark in the sky. It’s such a small part of the sky that it has no choice but to draw attention to itself through blinding light

so that it’s not disregarded…

..so that it’s not forgotten.

That’s the power of the sun. When we stare into it, we forget about our surroundings partly because we can’t see anything else but also because its gravitational pull lures us into its world of emptiness and barren white pit.

Why do you think we can’t see anything after having been in the sunlight for a considerable amount of time? It’s because the sun is trying to engrave itself in our memories just like we want to be remembered.

Everything has feelings…
it’s not just us.


there’s something about the smell of dasies…

they’re like everything good in the world put together and grown

then they sprout like little ladybugs that unfold their wings slowly before flying away

their petals white like cotton balls flattened out and compressed into something solid

something palpable.

I have daisy-scented shampoo and everytime I use it I cant stop smelling my hair

it’s addicting…probably till the point of being unhealthy

but it’s one of my most favorite things ever
like words.

if I ever saw a huge field of daisies I’d probably stop whatever the hell im doing and lay down with the little ants and bugs that are there underground and just forget about the world

I could fall in love with the earth

it’s highly possible.

especially if im alone and there’s nobody around

all by myself

me myself and solitude

I get so happy just imagining it

like a whole empty world with just me and no trace of society

emptiness is so welcoming and the thought of it makes my heart flutter…
hehh like little dragonfly wings.
the cute ones, not the ones that look like flies. the cute rainbow ones.

yep. im pretty cute

going back to daisies….

they’re kinda like eggs…
the ones you eat:
yellow on the inside and white on the outside

everything important is centered in the middle and irrelevant things are just shooting out of it.

I want to be like that

putting everything important to me first…centering what I consider important around what others think is important. no shortcuts, no cheating.

I wish I was like that

I wish I was a daisy ❁


I have a quick question:
why does it feel so good to write….?


I hope that one day i’ll find shelter

away from civilization


just for a while…..

where the sun shines through the sky of trees

where the grass sways with slight wind

where the cold air meets warm sun rays

where one can taste the fog

where nature is pure and untouched

where my thoughts can wander into unknown territory

where the windows are always open

where my breath becomes visible smoke

where my silhouette is mine and mine only

where i’m hidden

where nothing changes